Whole-Hearted Thanksgiving to Thee I Will Bring

Whole-heart­ed thanks­giv­ing to Thee I will bring

In praise of Thy mar­vel­ous deeds I will sing;

In Thee I will joy and ex­ult­ing­ly cry

Thy name I will praise

O Je­ho­vah

Most High.

Praise the Lord

praise the Lord

Let the earth hear His voice!

Praise the Lord

praise the Lord

Let the people re­joice!

O come to Je­ho­vah

de­clare ye His fame

And give Him all hon­or

for just is His name.

My ene­mies turn and are scat­tered in fear

They stum­ble and per­ish because Thou art near;

For Thou hast de­fend­ed my right and my cause

Thou sit­test in judg­ment

up­hold­ing Thy laws.

Rebuked are the na­tions

the wick­ed de­stroyed;

Their me­mo­ry per­ished

their dwell­ing place void;

Enthroned and eter­nal

Je­ho­vah shall reign

The peo­ples to judge and the right to main­tain.

Thou

Lord

art a re­fuge for all the op­pressed

All trust Thee who know Thee

and trust­ing are blest;

For nev­er

O Lord

did Thy mer­cy for­sake

The soul that has sought of Thy grace to par­take.

Give praise to Je­ho­vah

the migh­ty deeds tell

Of Him who has chos­en in Zi­on to dwell

Of Him to whom jus­tice and ven­geance be­long

Who vis­its the low­ly and ov­er­throws wrong.

Behold my af­flict­ion

Thy mer­cy ac­cord

And back from death’s por­tals re­store me

O Lord

That I in the gates of Thy Zi­on may raise

My song of sal­va­tion and show forth Thy praise.

The sins of the na­tions their ru­in have wrought

Their own ev­il­do­ing de­struct­ion has brought;

In this the Lord’s jus­tice eter­nal­ly stands

That sin­ners are snared in the work of their hands.

The wick­ed shall per­ish

the na­tions shall fall

Forgetting their God

who is God ov­er all;

But God will re­mem­ber the pray­er of the weak

Most sure­ly ful­fill­ing the hope of the meek.

Arise in Thy jus­tice

O Lord

and Thy might

No long­er let sin­ners pre­vail in Thy sight;

Great judge of the na­tions

in judg­ment ap­pear

To hum­ble the proud and to teach them Thy fear.